A Select Collection of Old Plays: Miseries of inforced marriageJ. Nichols, 1780 |
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ACTUS Adriana Anamneftes Appetitus Auditus Bartley Beard beſt Boutcher brother Butler Clare Communis Senfus Conftantia Crapula Curtezan doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit Fabel ferve feven fhall fhew fhould filk fince firrah firſt flave Folly-wit fome foon foul fpeak ftand ftill fuch fure fweet gentlemen Guftus Gum-water Hairbrain Harcop hath hear heaven Heurefis himſelf Hoft honeft houfe houſe huſband i'faith Ilford is't Jerningham John Juftice Tutchin kifs knave knight lady Lieutenant Lingua lord mafter married Mendacio Millifent miſtreſs moft moſt Mounchenfey muft muſt myſelf ne'er Olfactus Penitent Brothel Phantaftes pleaſe pleaſure pr'ythee prefent reft Scarborow SCENA Senfes ſhall ſhe Sifter Sir Arthur Sir Bounteous Somnus ſpeak ſtay Succubus Tactus Taffata tell thee thefe there's theſe Thomas Thomas Middleton thoſe thou Throate unto uſe Vifus wench Wentloe whofe widow wife William Small William Small-fhanks yourſelf
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עמוד 254 - Blague, the merry Host of the George, comes in -with them. Host. Welcome, good knight, to the George at Waltham, my free-hold, my tenements, goods and chattels ! Madam, here's a room is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodging, it hath none of the four elements in it ; I built it out of the centre, and I drink ne'er the less sack.
עמוד 385 - Players ? by the mass, they are welcome ; they'll grace my entertainment well: but for certain players, there thou liest, boy ; they were never more uncertain in their lives ; now up, and now down ; they know not when to play, where to play, nor what to play : not when to play, for fearful fools ; where to play, for puritan fools ; nor what to play, for critical fools. Go, call 'em in. [Exit SEMUS.]—How fitly the whoresons come upo' th
עמוד 296 - I dn, but to what end ? but hark you, Sir Ralph, I was about to say something; it makes no matter: but hark you, in your ear; the friar's a knave: but God forgive me, a man cannot tell neither ; s'foot, I am so out of patience, I know not what to say. Sir Ralph. There's one went for the friar an hour ago, Comes he not yet? S'foot, if I do find knavery under's cowl, I'll tickle him, I'll ferk him— Here, here, he's here, he's here.
עמוד 130 - Caesar or great Alexander; Licking my feet, and wondering where I got This precious ointment. How my pace is mended! How princely do I speak! how sharp I threaten! Peasants, I'll curb your headstrong impudence, And make you tremble when the lion roars, Ye earth-bred worms. O, for a looking-glass! Poets will write whole volumes of this scorce183; Where's my attendants? Come hither, sirrah, quickly; Or by the wings of Hermes...
עמוד 148 - It have it for lying. But hast thou rusted this latter time for want of exercise ? Men. Nothing less. I must confess I would fain have jogged Stow and great...
עמוד 130 - Measured my head that wrought this coronet They lie, that say complexions cannot change ; My blood's ennobled, and I am transform'd Unto the sacred temper of a king.
עמוד 26 - He further informed me that he would have given her a coalpit to keep her in clean linen, that he would have allowed her the profits of...
עמוד 188 - MALONE. 8 — fortune thy foe — ] " Was the beginning of an old ballad, in which were enumerated all the misfortunes that fall upon mankind, through the caprice of fortune.
עמוד 278 - A sainted,2 contrite, and repentant soul, Ever mortified with fasting and with prayer, Whose thoughts, even as her eyes, are fix'd on. heaven. To draw a virgin thus...
עמוד 264 - Of as free spirit, and of as fine a temper, As is in England ; and he is a man That very richly may deserve thy love : But, noble Clare, this while of our discourse, What may Mounchensey's honour to thyself Exact upon the measure of thy grace ? Young Clare.